Independence Day

Boy oh boy, what a day…

I had to work on July 4th. I never really worried about working on holidays – most of the time I enjoy it! I’d rather work than one of my coworkers, cause they deserve it. I mean, I deserve it just as much, but I’d sacrifice my day so they can enjoy it. Anyways, I worked bright and early on July 4th.

I got up on my own at 5 o’clock (I actually briefly awoke with my alarm at 4:45, but the college station was playing rap, so I turned it off and went back to sleep). I ended up having to feed the cat too. I got work done relatively quickly, and did what I had to. I picked up my girlfriend after work, and we hung out. We were tangled up together reading Scary Stories and More Scary Stories books, mostly as a joke. We went out and took pictures on my camera, and went to a park. We went on the paddle boats. We did some exercises listed around the park. We ate dinner together. Took a nap, and had dessert. I came home somewhat early, but that’s cause I have to work again tomorrow (lame, and I’m not watching fireworks – is that unpatriotic?).

But it was so nice. It certainly beat typing on the computer all afternoon, or driving around aimlessly listening to A Prairie Home Companion by myself. It was a very new day, and new way of life. Probably just like the independence day of 1776.

I love my girlfriend.

I’m A Failed Thinker

I wrote this whole entry about meeting new people and how I met three people in the past two days, and how 3 people in 48 hours is 16 hours per person, but in waking time it’s closer to 12. How one was a kid I didn’t know but I knew his brother. How one reminded me of a younger me, starting out at work. And a final one reminded me of how I was in high school around girls.

But I didn’t realize how impossible it was to categorize it until I was trying to. And how bad I must be with words, cause no major theme stood out in the entry. And how being unable to make it fit into a category was more important than the post itself.

I’m a failed thinker. I’m bad with words. So be it. No wonder meeting 3 people in 48 hours is an overload.

July

July has always bugged me. I don’t know why. Or I guess I should say, it’s recently bugged me…

As a child I looked forward to it and loved it. I may have been going to that camp/crafts/general athletics thing or that may have been finishing up by this time. I have very fond memories of it, but realize now it was just so my brother and I wouldn’t stay inside and bug our mother or play video games. Now look at me – staying in during July and typing on a blog…

As a teenager I liked it, but most summers were boring. Nice to hang out with friends, terrible to go to work during the summer. Which went from boredom to a license and a job and money (and responsibility). Now, it’s different.

I don’t know when it first struck a chord with me, but I realized at some point that early July has to be the middle of the year. I never counted to the 183rd day, but I now know that July 2nd is the very middle of the year. I have to say that while I have done some things these past 6 months, I’m not looking forward to the rest of the 6 months this year. All that we have is my birthday – getting older, autumn – which is nice, but also means cold winter!, and another year in the books. Even if I get a new job or accomplish something, it’s still another year officially done.

I guess the real problem, is just that it’s the second half. As many things I wanna do, the halfway point will be the most depressing – it will continue, but it will also be over soon. I can only imagine how I’ll be once I turn 37…